Rituals

Tuning my banjo friend
Light a cigarette, looking at my tattoos
In the end of this lonely night

People already dead
Broken strings, moonshine
Cities that I go in, and never seen in light

Walking forward
I already played this before
People that call me, and need me even more

Vampires in my songs
All these complicated chords
Stars, moons, and candles
All this old ritual